Again, it was one of those days. One of those days where the dysphoria was bad.

You attempted to bottle it up like you always did, but it was hard, and Edward soon caught on. He walked up to you as he caught sight of you walking through the military hallways, a concerned look on his face.

"Is... something wrong? You've looked sad all day... Is it the dysphoria again?" he added in a softer tone.

You did nothing but mutter a small "I'm fine" and walked into another room, bringing some paperwork to Mustang. Edward watched with a worried expression, knowing that you were not fine.